Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
Tubeway Army,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Scion,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.